Chapter 2122: Why Is This World So Slippery
The prisoners who had been beaten by the jailers were completely enraged!
Samo and Borden exchanged glances, their eyes filled with madness and fury!
"Golden Flash!"
In that instant, Samo shot forward like a bolt of golden lightning, raising his fist and smashing!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
His wild punches rained down like a storm, sending jailer cuties flying one after another, embedding them into the walls!
In terms of raw physical ability alone, the Gold and Silver Duo were hardly weaker than the average jailer!
Moreover, under the effect of the Troublemaker Soap, they had formed an invincible physical golden body!
All physical attacks that landed on them were deflected away, rendering defense completely unnecessary!
But their own applied friction remained unaffected, making each punch land like a hammer!
The jailers screamed as they were sent flying like scattered petals!
Borden wasn't one to be outdone; his iron fists swung wildly, every part of his body becoming a weapon of attack!
There was no way they were swallowing this insult today!
٩(ˊ益ˋ◦)و "Brother Borden! I'm here to help! Let's crush these little brats from the Netherworld Clan!"
(▼皿▼◦) "As criminals, let me show you all just how bad we really are today!"
More and more prisoners who had applied the Troublemaker Soap joined the rebellion!
Yehua was at his wit's end. Since entering, he had dealt zero damage!
Wait! He had even KO'd his own side?
No, this couldn't go on; otherwise, how would he complete Bing Chacha's orders?
"The soap! It's that soap causing trouble! Don't let them use it!"
If all the prisoners got soapy and became slippery, how the hell were they supposed to fight?
The jailers' eyes turned red as they desperately scrambled to grab the Troublemaker Soaps!
But Wang Youzhi wasn't about to let them do it so easily!
(｡･ˇ～ˇ･) "Prisoners, listen up! Form a human wall! Protect our fragrant washing army with all your might!"
"Those who've finished with the soap, follow me up and fight! Think of all the humiliation you've suffered, the days and nights beaten by the jailers!"
"Aren't you angry? Don't you feel wronged? Stand up! Strike these little punks with your furious fists!"
As Wang Youzhi's roar echoed, the prisoners erupted in anger!
They spontaneously formed a human wall, blocking the nearly ten thousand jailers!
The jailers refused to back down, attacking with all their might to break through the wall!
But all physical attacks were futile, uniformly deflected!
Some prisoners even grabbed the jailers from behind the wall and brutally beat them!
As the Troublemaker Soap was passed among the prisoners, more and more became smooth and slippery, joining the rebellion!
The situation was spiraling out of control, shouts and screams filling the air!
Yehua had no idea how many blows he'd taken; his face felt swollen!
In all his life, he'd never fought such a frustrating battle!
(#)༎ຶД༎ຶ(#) "You... you're all rebelling! Physical attacks won't work, huh? Everyone, use spiritual attacks!"
After all, the Netherworld Clan wasn't just physically tough; their spiritual power was no joke!
The jailers' black horns glowed with brilliant darkness, unleashing terrifying spiritual force that assaulted the prisoners' minds!
"Soul Sever! Soul Sever! Soul Sever again!"
The prisoners staggered, blood streaming from their seven orifices, expressions twisted in pain!
But very few were knocked unconscious!
Samo's eyes were ferocious:
(｡･ˇ།益།ˇ･) "Do you think we've been sitting in prison all these years absorbing Styx Crystals for nothing?"
"Your spiritual attacks are strong, but they're not enough!"
Over the years, the prisoners had absorbed plenty of Styx Crystals in their pursuit of pleasure!
Though they couldn't release spiritual power externally, their internal spiritual strength was already terrifying!
They had developed some resistance to the Netherworld Clan's spiritual impacts!
This only enraged the prisoners further!
Besides, the prisoners vastly outnumbered the jailers!
The tide had turned instantly because of the Troublemaker Soap!
The jailers couldn't land a hit, and spiritual attacks weren't working—all they could do was get beaten!
At that moment, Borden and Samo led their Bully Gang minions, cornering Yehua and beating him!
Between blows, they shouted: "Boss! Stop playing around! Come join us! We can't swallow this insult! This is our chance!"
Taro, who had been frantically hitting himself and getting hit, swallowed hard!
He turned to look at Black Steel, who was already unconscious, then at the rebellious prisoners. Taro's expression hardened!
"Count me in too!"
Even though he was furious at Jiangnan, as a prisoner, he needed to unite against the common enemy!
No way were they letting the jailers shit on their heads!
The miniature Taro charged out recklessly, grabbed a Troublemaker Soap, and scrubbed it all over himself!
After finishing, he leaped and landed right on Yehua's face!
His six fists shot out like dragons, pounding Yehua wildly!
Even though he was small, his physical strength was still intact—breaking Yehua's defense was no problem!
Yehua's head was rocked so hard it blurred! Was he being beaten by a action figure? And right on the face?!
He tried to grab Taro and pull him off, but he couldn't catch him at all!
The jailers had completely lost their earlier swagger, lying on the ground clutching their heads and screaming!
(#)꒦ິ口꒦ີ) "Brother Yehua! It's no use! Retreat! We can't hit them! These prisoners are beasts! They... ugh... mmm..."
(#)༎ຶ口༎ຶ`) "The situation's bad! We're losing! Fall back, now! If we don't, we're done for! Pfft—stop picking my nose!"
(꒪ั口꒪ั|||) "Animals! You're all a bunch of animals! Get your foot out of my mouth!"
Yehua forced open his swollen eyes, reduced to slits, and scanned the scene!
What a beautiful sight—every single jailer was getting beaten!
Yehua gritted his teeth. How was he supposed to explain this to Bing Chacha?
(#)●益●) "Retreat! Everyone, retreat!"
At this command, the jailers rushed desperately toward the bathroom door!
But when they tried to push it open, it wouldn't budge!
"Which bastard locked the bathroom door? Who's the moron?!"
"Are you trying to kill us? Let us out! Out!"
They started pounding the door frantically, leaving fist marks everywhere!
They were about to break it open!
But then, the door, which had been rattling and cracked open by a sliver, slammed shut with a bang!
No matter how hard they hit, it wouldn't move!
Wang Youzhi glared: (ꐦ°᷄д°᷅) "Oh? Trying to run? Get to the door! Drag them back and beat them!"
Countless prisoners immediately grabbed the fleeing jailers and hauled them back!
Outside the bathroom door, Bing Chacha had just returned from the Nothing Lost Room.
As soon as he arrived, he heard screams and rumbling from inside!
The door was shaking violently, as if it might burst open at any moment!
Bing Chacha sneered and was about to step forward when he heard someone inside yell, "Which bastard locked the door?"
Bing Chacha: !!!
(ꐦ°᷄益°᷅) "You dare curse me? Quite the temper, huh? Looks like you haven't been beaten hard enough!"
He pressed his back firmly against the bathroom door!
No matter how hard those inside pounded, the door wouldn't budge!
Bing Chacha snorted with satisfaction, listening to the screams. He casually pulled out a cigar, lit it, took a deep drag, and exhaled comfortably!
(๛˘³˘)⋋︴ Puff~
"Running? Who's running now? I'm blocking the door! Not a single one of you is getting out!"
"Thirty minutes aren't up yet!"
What Yehua never expected was that the one blocking the door was that sneaky bastard Bing Chacha!
Time ticked by, and soon thirty minutes had passed!
The prisoners were having the time of their lives, thoroughly relishing the beatdown. They had beaten Yehua and his jailers into pulp!
At that moment, Taro, Samo, and Borden were still ganging up on Yehua, swelling him three times his original size!
Wang Youzhi strutted up to Yehua with his hands behind his back, smug as ever!
(◕ˇ↼ˇ) "Oh? Still resisting? Now do you know who's in charge here?"
"Tsk tsk tsk—still throwing punches? Hilarious! I'm standing right here inviting you to hit me, but can you even reach me?"
(〃•᷄↼•᷅) "Come on! Hit me in the face!"
He leaned forward, shoving his face toward Yehua!
Yehua's eyes blazed. Without a word, he threw his strongest punch at Wang Youzhi's face!
Even if he couldn't land it, he couldn't swallow this insult!
But just then, Wang Youzhi's foot slipped. With a whoosh, he lost his balance completely!
He pitched forward straight into Yehua's fist!
The punch connected solidly with Wang Youzhi's cheek!
Pfft—(꒪ͦε꒪ͦ(#)٩(⋟益⋞(#)
It wasn't deflected! It hit him full force!
"Bam!"
Wang Youzhi was stunned senseless, the flesh on his face wobbling as if it had been knocked loose!
He spun 7200 degrees before being launched away, spiraling through the air!
When he landed, he didn't stop—he was impossibly slippery!
He slid across the bathroom floor like nothing could stop him, leaving a blur!
Across the floor, the walls, the ceiling!
At that moment, Wang Youzhi was like a bouncy ball thrown into a room, careening wildly, screaming in panic!
٩(#༎ຶД༎ຶ`)۶ "Stop! Someone make it stop! What's going on?! This, this, this..."
In the middle of his slide, Wang Youzhi clawed desperately at everything around him, trying to grab hold!
But he couldn't grip anything—everything was slick!
Finally, the kind-hearted Damon stepped on him to stop the crazy slide!
But that foot might have been a bit too heavy—almost stomped the air out of him!
Damon swallowed nervously:
(╯⊙﹏⊙╰) "You... are you okay?"
Wang Youzhi was now a bloody mess—half his face swollen like a bun!
His skin was scraped raw, bleeding profusely!
The slide had left countless streaks of blood on the floor!
(#)꒪ͦཀ꒪ͦ) "No... no harm..."
He was dazed, trying to get up!
But his feet felt like they were greased, like standing on ice—incredibly slippery!
He flailed his arms and legs, trying to stand, but exhausted himself without success, looking like he was breakdancing!
Sonata blinked, then started beatboxing and making hand gestures!
ƪ(︶д︶♬) "Yo~ yo~ check it out, check it~"
٩(♫͡°д͡°)☛ "See this bump—it's so big and round! See this man—he's so slick and sweet!"
ᕦ(･ˇдˇ･♪) "My little foot—all bloody now! On the way to the shower, I can't help it—rubbing, rubbing, rubbing~"
(♭͡°̫͡°)☛ "On this smooth ground, rubbing and sliding!"
Wang Youzhi: !!!
Rub your grandpa! Stop with the freestyle! Are you trying to get beaten up?!
Chong Feiyu was sweating buckets:
(ຈ﹏ຈ٥) "Big... Dazhi? If you fell, you don't need to cover it up with breakdancing moves—it just makes it more awkward!"
"Besides, you're all busted up and bleeding! What are you even covering up for?"
Nobody does an impromptu breakdance after falling in a bathroom, right?
Wang Youzhi: !!!
Who the hell is covering up?! Why can't I stand up?!
Why is this world so slippery?
But that wasn't all—at that moment, the strange fragrance on Wang Youzhi seemed to grow even stronger...